It has come to my attention that fourth grade was actually a very dull time in my life. Nothing special happened worth mentioning (as if any of this is.) ; so let's move on up to the fifth grade.
This one is great, because it's the one that involves my transition from elementary school to middle school.
Our teacher was tough on us but had a sweet side to her also. We worked and worked in her class but then there were times when we had as much fun as possible.
I had made a new best friend, since Danairy was in a different class. Her name was Natasha. She was a simple girl, who accepted me easily into her life. Soon enough I was bringing her over to my house for sleepovers and vice versa. Apart from her, I met other people who were great and others who were fake...(yes, even at that age.). For instance, there was Mauro. He was a guy in my class, really sweet and he was also from Uruguay so that attracted me more to him. You can even assume that I had a small, almost invisible crush on him.
At our table sat, Natasha, Mauro, Thayris, Elizabeth and me. We became some what close since we worked together most of the time, but out of all of them ... I was most closest to Natasha.
Apart from being a fifth grader, I was also a Safety Patrol in the mornings with Danairy. We got to open the doors for the kinder-gardeners ever morning! Talk about tough labor...
The whole year was spent doing what a normal kid does. Going to school, enjoying my time with my friends, and envisioning middle school life. Getting to be older, but at the same time the youngest.
In elementary school, you feel best when you are in fifth grade because you know that you are the oldest in the school.
In middle school, you feel best when you are in eighth grade, for the same purposes.
In high school, it's senior year.
We spend days wishing that it would become the time to be older and be able to have life experience and all that, but in all reality, life is just there to screw you over.
Oh! How I wish to go back to the good ol' days.
Cliched tip of the day?
Enjoy this day, this week, this very second, because it won't come back to you ever again. A second may not seem like much but soon it starts turning into minutes and hours until a whole year has passed you by in a blink of an eye. It's always nice to take a deep breath, take a step back and notice how beautiful life can actually be.
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